They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.
They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
For they persecute him whom you have smitten; and they talk of the grief of those whom you have wounded.
As for my people, children are their oppressors, and women rule over them. O my people, they who lead you cause you to err, and destroy the way of your paths.
And I am very much displeased with the nations that are at ease: for I was but a little displeased, and they furthered the disaster.